recycle

no second thought ever registersits not as if its even tangiblewe are all on a roadsome journey we know nothing aboutspies out of waterchashing while being chasedits almost like satiretoday is the 67th daycant close my eyesi almost laugh thinkingfor it to be mere coincidencespies out of waterwe are x and y my deareveryday is just another warning signanother clue to stay awaya notion i could never understandwe look so hard sometimeswe look right past it

we die oncewe live twice

so if we're all on a roadisn't it only a matter of chance before we cross paths?we keep valuables hidden awayin shelves beyond locks and guardsbut why not in our heartswhy not in our speech and breathwhy not in our smiles and laughterin our tears and sorrowwhy not keep our most treasured possession in plain sight?isn't it the last place we look anyway?